"Rather than a traditional theatre, we are creating a garden of earthly delights. Empyrean is a place of ecstasy, artistry and real interpersonal connection. When the curtain falls, the night has just begun."
Nisha, who looked to be about 15 years old, drew a parol - a star-shaped lantern displayed during Christmas - and a Bahay kubo - a traditional Filipino-style house - with a small pencil, as she sat at a table of the Bayanihan Community Center in SoMa.
Mark Rothko and his first wife, Edith Sachar, put down roots in a small apartment within a Greek Revival townhouse in Manhattan's East Village neighborhood in the 1930s. There, the late abstract expressionist famously known for his color field technique created the painting titled 'Thru the Window.'
Jajaja's entire menu is plant-based, though you would hardly know it once the plates begin arriving. The kitchen operates with the kind of culinary confidence that renders the label almost irrelevant. Flavor leads the experience; the ingredients simply follow.
Bea is a neighborhood favorite. A mere 12-14 minute walk west from Times Square gives you enough distance to breathe normally again. Inside, it's low-lit and lively, with servers and bartenders who manage the pre-theater rush like they've seen it all a million times. The bar program is what sets Bea apart from others of its ilk with a short but sweet cocktail menu offering novelty and fun.
I am very partial to Cha Pa's Noodle and Grill on 52nd. I love their whole menu, but particularly their pho, and the service is always incredibly fast. You can get in and out between shows with plenty of time to take a nap or wander the streets of Midtown before your evening call time.
The latest crop of bars are doing all of the above and then some, putting an emphasis on zero waste, housemade distillates, off beat wines, and immersive vibes. What's also clear is the geography of drinking culture: its clear epicenter is Lower Manhattan, with a few exciting entries in Brooklyn and one in Long Island City, Queens.
For the past few years, we've been rounding up the best new restaurants in New York City as they open, with the sentiment being that anyone visiting the Big Apple can get a glimpse of our vast and diverse culinary scene by dining at a younger spot or two alongside the old-school institutions.
It can be tough being gay in a straight man's world. When it comes to figuring out our identities, we often have to negotiate our desires with the preconceived expectations around us. This was especially the case for folks who grew up when there was scant representation. Certain attractions may have bubbled, but they remained nameless. Still, that doesn't mean they went unheeded. Gay people have found themselves for centuries.
It was just confirmed to me that our building-home to elmo for 25 years-has been sold. Our lease expires with that sale. The new owners will soon bring a residential building to our neighborhood. Sadly, all things must come to an end and elmo will serve its last meal on Friday, March 13.
Most of them are oddly charged, dramatically staged images meant to evoke dreams, nightmares, or fantasies. Many of the best-known photos from a series with children, published in 1972 as "The Dream Collector," could be frames from a David Lynch film. Much of the subsequent work Tress made was similarly theatrical but tended to involve homoerotic scenes. In one picture, a slim teen-ager reaches over tentatively, tenderly, to peel a bandage off another boy's bare thigh, a moment both touching and wonderfully matter-of-fact.
Belleville has always been a little bit rowdy, whether it meant to be or not. Long before it was folded into Paris in 1860, it existed as its own working-class wine village perched on a hill, slightly removed from the city both geographically and ideologically. In recent years, as Paris's 10th and 11th arrondissements have slid fully into hipster territory, and even the gritty Barbès neighborhood feels increasingly polished, Belleville has held onto its identity with surprising resolve.
Sometimes, all you really want is a cheap beer and a shot or a simple, strong highball that may or may not arrive in a plastic cup. That's where the beloved dive bar comes in. And NYC is practically crawling with dive bars - or spots that deliver on the promise of a dive bar, even if whether or not they're true 'dives' is up for debate.
In good times, klezmer singer and composer Éléonore Weill makes most of her living playing gigs around the city under her name or fronting the two bands Fada and Tsibele. But when the COVID pandemic began, she got divorced and had to move out of the Kensington house she shared with her ex-husband. Then she was hit by a car, which left her with a traumatic brain injury.
Brunch in NYC isn't just a meal, it's a serious affair. And when it comes to embracing this passion, nowhere does it better than the East Village. Sure, the East Village is recognized for its diverse cultures and unique boutiques, but it's also a haven for brunch enthusiasts. Are you craving a gourmet eggs Benedict or a trendy avocado toast? This neighborhood doesn't disappoint!